Apartment Boy

Age Play...

Kenji's POV

Shit. It's been a few weeks now since I met KC and he has been busy as hell with work and school. I hate that I haven't been able to check in.

But I also feel like he has...been avoiding me?? Like, whenever I do see him on my way back to the apartment, I wave and try to start a conversation but he just waves back and says he's busy, or just leaves altogether.

Was it because of what happened last time? I didn't mean to embarrass him, it just happen...

Like, I just got a parental urge and he let me. And I don't know. One thing led to another and there we are, me taking care of him.

But that aside, I've been dealing with the unfortunate situation of our landlord quite well. Ruby has come down to visit me a couple times. She knows how fond I was of him.

Ruby is my neighbor. She's not been dealing with his decision as well. But I've been helping her too.

We visit Charles as often as we can, until he leaves at least. All the tenants he has had love him. It's always sad when one of us leaves, but our "father" leaving us is probably the worst.

We like to refer to him as "father" because he has always been like one. He has taken care of us. He has sacrificed things for us. He is the best landlord alive.

I'm honestly sad that KC will not be able to get to know him well. I have a feeling he would appreciate having a second father like Charles... Maybe even guide him on the right path?

...Or is that suppose to be me??

I shake my head. What kind of thought was that?

I decide to get out and check on KC, or Charles... Depending on which one answers. I walk down the steps and knock on KC's door. I don't expect to get any answer....so imagine my surprise when he does open the door.

"Hey, KC. I didn't know you were alive," I chuckle out. He just looks at me."...hey," he mumbles. I look down at him. "Hey, buddy. I've been worried about you. You have been so busy lately. I understand you are a college student, but could have at least said hi back, ya know?" I say. He looks down. I pat his head, "it's okay though, you're still a kid," I say, patting his head.

...

"...You can come in, if you want..." he says quietly, moving to the side. I smile at this. Adorable. "I'd be honored to be in your company," I reply, walking inside his room. He closes the door.

I sit down and pat the seat next to me. He hesitantly comes over but at the last minute, sits far away. Okay, he is totally feeling awkward about last time.

I sigh out and lean forward. "You know, it wasn't shameful about what happened that night. It's perfectly fine. You were tired and all. I just took care of you, no need to—" "Do we have to talk about this?" He says, interrupting me. I frown a bit. "I just want you to feel more comfortable and less awkward about it, okay? I want to be your friend, not your enemy," I reply, looking into his eyes. He breaks eye contact.

He bites his lip. "The thing is, I am ashamed about what happened. Like, no person in their right mind would act like I did, not even drunk people. Not college kids, not business men, not—not normal people, okay?" He says in a frustrated tone. He pulls at his hair lightly, clearly stressed. "I'm a freak..."

I decide to bring something up that he wouldn't really know about. At least I don't think he would. "There are people who act like that, and they certainly aren't freaks. It's more of a lifestyle or coping mechanism, or they are in their natural state. Depends. Annnd it can be for a," I cough as I say this next part, "se—xual—ah fe—ahem—tish," I fake cough after that. That was so awkward.